Draco wants to turn around and snarl at the Ravenclaws, Don't you know that vengeance is a dish best served cold?

This is the fourth time today, though, and he's learned, finally, that running just might keep his ribs intact a bit longer.

No one's all that storm-bent on finding him.

They have all year, after all.

Deep, in a dark corner of Draco's mind, he can't help but think that he doesn't know a damned person who'd do all this fuss about him. Not his father, not his mother, none of his friends - even Pansy. No, just... no. Not even Luna. She'd sigh, prettily, and then go about the business of being Luna.

Not be chasing Draco down the stairs from the Astronomy tower.

It's one thing Draco's learned in the past week - don't, ruddy don't, run down. Run UP.

Fleet of foot wasn't an attribute he'd have given himself before now but he's learning.

Pain's a good teacher.

He can feel the stitch in his side, as he ducks left, and then right, finding the quick route to the North Tower, and ascending, knowing that the Ravenclaws will only decided he's not worth it if he's faster than they are. And they climb stairs all the time.

Draco rounds a bend onto the top of North Tower, only to feel the sickening crunch of sparks as a fist boxes his ear.

When he comes to, Luna is standing there, smiling sadly down on him. "Hey there, Hero?" she says, in that perpetually dreamy voice of hers.

Draco, when he speaks, comes out like a croak. "Was that you?"

"Obviously!" Luna says, her laughter sparkling. "You should have seen their faces!" She pauses, and then says, firmly, "I'm going to show you their faces."

Luna is like the wind, when she takes a firm stance on something, no one and nothing is going to stop her. Draco knew he could balk, knew he could be stone, or fire or water - and it all wouldn't matter. So, he goes with her, but not without some carping that she seems to take in good spirits. Maybe she knows more than she lets on.

"Where are we going?" Draco manages, knowing nothing as certainly as Pensieves are Expensive, and Looney Lovegood does not build pensieves.

Luna says the one thing Draco didn't expect to hear (other than she'd built one herself), simply because it's so practical. "It's a thousand year old castle, Draco, surely someone must have lost one. We just have to find it."

[a/n: people forget Luna's a ravenclaw, sometimes.

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